@booklovingsnickerdoodleodle - This continuation is for you :P
I'll probably write more, but it's still brewing. If you guys can think of a title that would be helpful lol
Civilian woke with a start, shooting up to sitting as she frantically looked around. The last thing she remembered was Supervillain picking her up. She sighed - no one was in the room with her. The walls were plain with simple furnishings - a small dark dresser and a nightstand next to the single bed she was laying on. This is by far one of the softest beds sheâs ever been on with soft black and green sheets.Â
âYou really love your color scheme,â Civilian mumbled as she pushed the comforter to the side and swung her legs off the bed towards the window. Civilian definitely tried to stand up too quickly and had to sit back down for a moment until the room stopped spinning. She stood again, much more slowly this time, and headed to the window where light was pushing through. She almost didnât realize that her shoes were off until the soft plush carpet beneath was almost tickling the bottoms of her feet.Â
Pulling back the curtain, Civilian was faced with a view of the ocean. For all the time that she lived near the ocean, Civilian rarely found her way to the water. It was breathtaking watching the waves crash against the shoreline. She looked down as best as she could but could only see sharp, angry rocks jutting from the water below. This would not be the way to go.Â
Civilian sighed, letting the fabric fall from her fingers. She looked around the room again, hoping for another way other than the door that was almost certainly locked, but came up with nothing. It was either: drop down to the crashing waves and sharp rocks, stay put until someone came for her (good or bad), or try the door and find a way out of here. She also didnât see her shoes which could be a problem when trying to run. Maybe she could find some on her hunt for the front door.Â
She pressed her ear to the door, trying to listen for anything on the other side. Hearing nothing for several moments, Civilian moved her hand to the door handle and as slow as she could, tried to turn the handle. She was immediately met with resistance at the lock. Moving the handle either way, trying to force it open proved useless.
Tears pricked her eyes with the realization that she wasnât getting out of here. With no idea on how to pick a lock and certain death from the window, Civilian had no choice but to sit on the bed and hope that whatever Supervillain was planning to do with her wouldnât be bad.Â
It was maybe an hour before Civilian heard any sort of movement behind the door. She had been pacing for a while, went through all the drawers in the dresser and nightstand (only to find varied sizes of black v-neck t-shirts and sweatpants) before she planted herself in front of the window, curtains pulled back.Â
Her head slightly turned at the sound of feet walking down the hall, she couldnât tell the mood of whoever was walking, but it still made Civilian's heart beat faster with every step. She wasnât sure if she wanted to meet whoever was coming for her, afraid of what they had planned for her. Her heart spiked and skipped when she heard the door unlock and push open, but she couldnât bring herself to turn around.Â
âYouâre awake,â Supervillain sounded surprised. Civilian still couldnât turn to face him, but would recognize his voice anywhere. âHow are you feeling?â
Civilian hugged her arms closer together. She couldnât fathom that he actually cared and was just hoping he would get to the point and let her go. All Civilian could bring herself to do was stare out at the ocean still crashing against the shoreline. A hand on her shoulder almost made her jump, a gasp escaped as her fingers dug into her arms. âYou okay?â Supervillain asked as he turned Civilian to face him.Â
âWhat do you want?â Civilian looked straight in Supervillain's eyes. His eyes were as bright and green as the forest after a rain. She could easily get lost in those eyes, but shook her head and nudged his hand off her shoulder, turning back towards the ocean.
Supervillain let out a long sigh, âI just want to know how youâre doing. You passed out on the streets. I wasnât sure where to bring you, so I brought you here.â
Civilian looked at him from the corner of her eye. He at least sounded genuine, but this was Supervillain we were talking about. âIâm fine,â she whispered and turned back to the water.
The air was tense and awkward as Supervillain could tell she was definitely not fine and Civilian couldnât think of any of the questions she had thought of since she woke up.Â
âAre you hungry?â Civilianâs stomach decided to answer for her, releasing the loudest growl possible. Civilianâs face turned red as Supervillain chuckled at her discomfort. âIâll take that as a yes. Wonât you join me for breakfast? We can talk.â
As much as Civilian didnât want to - she was hungry - and she didnât really see any other option. âOkay,â she said and turned around to see Supervillain smiling, his arm extended to her in a silent request to link arms together. She hugged her arms tight to her and moved to walk past him. She didnât make it far before he linked their arms anyway and led her out of the room.